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Chapter 21: The Mechanist Takes On The Vampires
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Even if these Mixed Blood Vampires had strong life forces, being smashed into dust meant they would be utterly dead!
Blood instantly drenched the entire bar. Large numbers of Vampires were torn apart by heavy weapons, dead beyond revival, never to live again! The ground was covered with the corpses of Vampires and Vampire Familiars, this Vampire Stronghold was effectively completely cleansed.
The deafening roar of heavy weapons made even the strongest Vampires mere paper cutouts before the massive Optimus Prime. They quickly fell into pools of blood, never to rise again.
"This is too strong, isn't it? He even brings a Robot as a thug?" A Vampire broke down, screaming, unable to believe such a person existed. "Is he the heir to some major conglomerate? To have such a powerful large Robot as a bodyguard when going out."
"How can such a thing exist in this world? Who exactly did we offend?" Others howled in agony amidst the flames of war, never having imagined they would face such a terrifying entity one day.
Some clever Vampire Familiars had already found a place to hide, quickly warning others that perhaps a large financial consortium had been angered for some reason and specifically intended to bloodbath the Vampires, with the young man merely a bait to draw them out.
"He might not be a Mutant at all, but someone from a major consortium, carrying a lot of high-tech gear." The Vampire Familiar declared with certainty.
Optimus Prime stood in the center of the bar, a rocket launcher in one hand and a Vulcan Cannon in the other, unleashing full firepower. It was as if a sci-fi weapon had walked out of a screen, filled with Killing Intent to exterminate the Vampires, slaughtering them all.
Under this insane bombardment, the exquisite bar became dilapidated, a scene of ruin and decay. Countless valuable decorations were smashed into trash, vanishing in the shelling. Many rare fine wines on the Counter were shattered, the alcohol fueling the flames, burning fiercely and rapidly spreading into a seemingly boundless roaring sea of fire.
The Vampires went mad, feeling surrounded by enemies on all sides, as if the entire world was against them. They wailed in agony, their former arrogance gone. Blasted into the dust by iron and blood, rendered worthless, they were butchered like livestock.
Tony and his Optimus Prime appeared intermittently in the sea of fire, a sight that terrified these Monsters to their cores. They were like a God of Slaughter indifferently cleansing filth, restoring clarity to the world.
Tony was indeed doing just that.
"Enough! I surrender! I swear allegiance to you, please spare me!" A Vampire Familiar went mad, screaming and running out, begging for Tony's mercy. He was a Vampire Familiar, but he still thought he was Human and had a chance to be saved.
But Tony had no intention of saving him. He would only save Humans, not livestock. The word "beast" was invented by Humans to insult others; here, "livestock" referred to the things in the bar.
Tony killed that Vampire Familiar with a single headshot.
He didn't plan to spare anything in the entire bar. He knew exactly what these abominations were and their true nature. Vampires disliked drinking blood from blood bags; they preferred to put living people into Stasis Pods, insert tubes, and drain blood daily, so they could always have fresh blood.
Those who entered the Stasis Pods would never wake up again. They would be continuously bled until, after a period, they could no longer yield enough blood, at which point they would be killed.
Especially that Pureblood, that so-called important figure, had to be killed. This method of blood-draining was first invented and perpetuated by those 'noble' Purebloods, becoming a veritable tradition.
Swoosh!
A dark shadow flashed past, leaving a bone-deep wound on Tony's thigh. A powerful Vampire had ambushed him amidst the chaos.
The Vampire was shocked. Holding a blood-stained knife, he asked Tony, "Why wasn't your leg severed by me? Many Humans have their limbs cut off with just a light strike from my blade, so why didn't yours break?"
He had originally intended to sever Tony's neck, but his neck was completely protected by Tony's armor, which was why he aimed for the leg.
Bang bang!
Tony first used his pistol to cripple the Vampire, preventing his escape, then Optimus Prime smashed him to pieces. If not for the Allspark silently enhancing his Physique, that strike might really have crippled him.
In that moment, Tony's heart became strangely calm. The tension and apprehension from before vanished in an instant. He entered a state of focus, concentrating on the battle and forgetting his own emotions.
He seemed remarkably suited for this line of work.
"Enough! Mechanist tony, that's enough! Everyone stop, stop fighting! I am a distinguished member of the Thompson Family, and I declare a ceasefire with you!" The important figure, looking utterly disheveled, hid behind a wall—more accurately, he was sprawled behind it. The wall was utterly useless against the Vulcan Cannon's attacks, being torn to shreds.
This old Vampire, whose face resembled a middle-aged uncle, had lived for centuries. He was cunning and shrewd, with schemes and plots being his second nature. He tried to make peace with Tony, first to save his own life. As for retaliation, the Vampire Council would naturally deliberate and decide.
"Where exactly did my people offend you? Just tell me, name your conditions. As long as you can state them, anything can be discussed!"
The important figure assessed the situation and adopted a very humble stance. Although this Mutant before him was slaughtering everyone, he was too young and lacked experience. Young people couldn't resist flattery and generally responded better to soft words than hard ones; speaking kindly would facilitate conversation.
But he had found the wrong person. Tony knew many of their secrets and had no intention of letting them go. He wanted to clean out the place in one fell swoop, leaving no one alive, to prevent any news from leaking and attracting the Vampire army's retaliation.
"For the glory of the Vampires!"
Suddenly, a resolute shout came from an unknown direction, and a rocket launcher round flew over without warning, striking Optimus Prime squarely and causing a violent explosion! The explosion was astonishing, causing the unprepared Optimus Prime to lose a number of parts.
"Glory my ass! Your whole family's glory! Who the hell is screwing me over at this critical moment!"
The important figure cursed furiously, practically dying of anger. He wanted to find that idiot. "Glory" when he couldn't even save his own life? He had lived for centuries and, barring accidents, could live for a long time more. He wanted to continue living, not die.
Tony didn't want to wait any longer. He was already injured; fortunately, it was a knife wound. A bite wound would have been a major problem. He controlled Optimus Prime, aiming both the rocket launcher and Vulcan Cannon at the important figure simultaneously, blasting him into powder amidst his desperate curses.
After a massacre, facing the Vampires' hysterical counterattack, Tony accumulated many wounds, mostly gunshot injuries to his thighs. But in the end, he turned the place into ruins. He cleansed all the Vampires and Vampire Familiars here, tossed the Old Bartender into the car, and hastily departed under the cover of night.
That very night, somehow, a piece of news quietly circulated in the Underworld, detailed and convincing:
Mechanist tony had once again clashed with the Vampire Clan, initiating a great slaughter.
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Even if these Mixed Blood Vampires had strong life forces, being smashed into dust meant they would be utterly dead!
Blood instantly drenched the entire bar. Large numbers of Vampires were torn apart by heavy weapons, dead beyond revival, never to live again! The ground was covered with the corpses of Vampires and Vampire Familiars, this Vampire Stronghold was effectively completely cleansed.
The deafening roar of heavy weapons made even the strongest Vampires mere paper cutouts before the massive Optimus Prime. They quickly fell into pools of blood, never to rise again.
"This is too strong, isn't it? He even brings a Robot as a thug?" A Vampire broke down, screaming, unable to believe such a person existed. "Is he the heir to some major conglomerate? To have such a powerful large Robot as a bodyguard when going out."
"How can such a thing exist in this world? Who exactly did we offend?" Others howled in agony amidst the flames of war, never having imagined they would face such a terrifying entity one day.
Some clever Vampire Familiars had already found a place to hide, quickly warning others that perhaps a large financial consortium had been angered for some reason and specifically intended to bloodbath the Vampires, with the young man merely a bait to draw them out.
"He might not be a Mutant at all, but someone from a major consortium, carrying a lot of high-tech gear." The Vampire Familiar declared with certainty.
Optimus Prime stood in the center of the bar, a rocket launcher in one hand and a Vulcan Cannon in the other, unleashing full firepower. It was as if a sci-fi weapon had walked out of a screen, filled with Killing Intent to exterminate the Vampires, slaughtering them all.
Under this insane bombardment, the exquisite bar became dilapidated, a scene of ruin and decay. Countless valuable decorations were smashed into trash, vanishing in the shelling. Many rare fine wines on the Counter were shattered, the alcohol fueling the flames, burning fiercely and rapidly spreading into a seemingly boundless roaring sea of fire.
The Vampires went mad, feeling surrounded by enemies on all sides, as if the entire world was against them. They wailed in agony, their former arrogance gone. Blasted into the dust by iron and blood, rendered worthless, they were butchered like livestock.
Tony and his Optimus Prime appeared intermittently in the sea of fire, a sight that terrified these Monsters to their cores. They were like a God of Slaughter indifferently cleansing filth, restoring clarity to the world.
Tony was indeed doing just that.
"Enough! I surrender! I swear allegiance to you, please spare me!" A Vampire Familiar went mad, screaming and running out, begging for Tony's mercy. He was a Vampire Familiar, but he still thought he was Human and had a chance to be saved.
But Tony had no intention of saving him. He would only save Humans, not livestock. The word "beast" was invented by Humans to insult others; here, "livestock" referred to the things in the bar.
Tony killed that Vampire Familiar with a single headshot.
He didn't plan to spare anything in the entire bar. He knew exactly what these abominations were and their true nature. Vampires disliked drinking blood from blood bags; they preferred to put living people into Stasis Pods, insert tubes, and drain blood daily, so they could always have fresh blood.
Those who entered the Stasis Pods would never wake up again. They would be continuously bled until, after a period, they could no longer yield enough blood, at which point they would be killed.
Especially that Pureblood, that so-called important figure, had to be killed. This method of blood-draining was first invented and perpetuated by those 'noble' Purebloods, becoming a veritable tradition.
Swoosh!
A dark shadow flashed past, leaving a bone-deep wound on Tony's thigh. A powerful Vampire had ambushed him amidst the chaos.
The Vampire was shocked. Holding a blood-stained knife, he asked Tony, "Why wasn't your leg severed by me? Many Humans have their limbs cut off with just a light strike from my blade, so why didn't yours break?"
He had originally intended to sever Tony's neck, but his neck was completely protected by Tony's armor, which was why he aimed for the leg.
Bang bang!
Tony first used his pistol to cripple the Vampire, preventing his escape, then Optimus Prime smashed him to pieces. If not for the Allspark silently enhancing his Physique, that strike might really have crippled him.
In that moment, Tony's heart became strangely calm. The tension and apprehension from before vanished in an instant. He entered a state of focus, concentrating on the battle and forgetting his own emotions.
He seemed remarkably suited for this line of work.
"Enough! Mechanist tony, that's enough! Everyone stop, stop fighting! I am a distinguished member of the Thompson Family, and I declare a ceasefire with you!" The important figure, looking utterly disheveled, hid behind a wall—more accurately, he was sprawled behind it. The wall was utterly useless against the Vulcan Cannon's attacks, being torn to shreds.
This old Vampire, whose face resembled a middle-aged uncle, had lived for centuries. He was cunning and shrewd, with schemes and plots being his second nature. He tried to make peace with Tony, first to save his own life. As for retaliation, the Vampire Council would naturally deliberate and decide.
"Where exactly did my people offend you? Just tell me, name your conditions. As long as you can state them, anything can be discussed!"
The important figure assessed the situation and adopted a very humble stance. Although this Mutant before him was slaughtering everyone, he was too young and lacked experience. Young people couldn't resist flattery and generally responded better to soft words than hard ones; speaking kindly would facilitate conversation.
But he had found the wrong person. Tony knew many of their secrets and had no intention of letting them go. He wanted to clean out the place in one fell swoop, leaving no one alive, to prevent any news from leaking and attracting the Vampire army's retaliation.
"For the glory of the Vampires!"
Suddenly, a resolute shout came from an unknown direction, and a rocket launcher round flew over without warning, striking Optimus Prime squarely and causing a violent explosion! The explosion was astonishing, causing the unprepared Optimus Prime to lose a number of parts.
"Glory my ass! Your whole family's glory! Who the hell is screwing me over at this critical moment!"
The important figure cursed furiously, practically dying of anger. He wanted to find that idiot. "Glory" when he couldn't even save his own life? He had lived for centuries and, barring accidents, could live for a long time more. He wanted to continue living, not die.
Tony didn't want to wait any longer. He was already injured; fortunately, it was a knife wound. A bite wound would have been a major problem. He controlled Optimus Prime, aiming both the rocket launcher and Vulcan Cannon at the important figure simultaneously, blasting him into powder amidst his desperate curses.
After a massacre, facing the Vampires' hysterical counterattack, Tony accumulated many wounds, mostly gunshot injuries to his thighs. But in the end, he turned the place into ruins. He cleansed all the Vampires and Vampire Familiars here, tossed the Old Bartender into the car, and hastily departed under the cover of night.
That very night, somehow, a piece of news quietly circulated in the Underworld, detailed and convincing:
Mechanist tony had once again clashed with the Vampire Clan, initiating a great slaughter.
